Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.